User blog comment:Llamao/The Strangers/@comment-4094509-20111201225556

Rooto's mundane brown eyes narrowed a little as the weasel took a hostile stance on him. Rooto's smile is still present on his face, however. "Why am I 'ere?" Rooto repeats, a paw clenching his spear tightly. "I'm just travelin'. Saw the boat and waved to you out of curiosity." Rooto then grins. "You said your name was Nuthin', mucker, so I believed it!"